Regular Show Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

“Ma, please I am really famished and hungry” “I am so sorry, its the new policy” The woman answered cheerfully Turning back in anger, he collided with his face pressed into something warm, extremely smooth and soft, she reared backwards about to fall, George put his hands on her waist, steadying her but the feel of her body, She swallowed deeply as his hands went around her, shocked, he moved his hands on her body, “Soft Curves” “You are nothing but a mass of curves”

Taking my stance I tried to jump with all of my power into my legs. Jumping with all my might my disappointment is immeasurable. You're kidding me, right!? I could only jump about ten inches! What a weird gravity. Don't call me a dumb if I didn't notice it earlier it's not like my body feels heavy but it more like something is pulling me downwards as soon I leave the ground. Maybe because I don't feel anything that I didn't notice the weird gravity here in the void. What an asshole on whoever made this! Oh well... Because now I know the reason behind this I tried to climb up once again with more cautiousness.

I just swallowed the lump in my throat to hide the growing tremble in my voice. My body suddenly stilled. It stopped falling, and it was as if I was frozen in the air, or I was in an anti-gravity room, and I didn’t feel the rushing wind anymore. I tried to open my eyes, and as I did, I could see that the darkness was fading, and I was slowly moving downwards again. However, instead of my feet being the first one to break my fall, I was suddenly twisted in mid-air by an invisible force, and my head was now at the bottom. If I hit the ground, my head would be the first thing that would break my fall.

she hesitated and his face light up; then she added, "But there is no pocket in my gown…" He tittered, not giving up, he said: "You tripped me and I fell for you". On purpose, he placed one foot in front of the other and began falling towards her but she refused to extend a helping hand, aware he was acting. Unexpectedly, he landed on the floor "But you didn't even care enough to catch me". Judith broke into a burst of long and hard laughter. He hitting the floor resulted in a stare around the club. Already shy, she hastily asked him to get back on his feet. He refused, saying she should agree his heart was with her.

The golden pillar of light did not just illuminate the colosseum; it tore through the very fabric of the localized temporal bubble. The rhythmic hum of the massive brass rings outside the shaft violently spiked into a deafening, metallic shriek. Inside the chamber, gravity failed for a fraction of a second. Devashish’s leather ledger floated upward, its yellowed pages flapping wildly, before slamming back down to the obsidian floor as the atmospheric pressure plummeted.

He blinks. Now he is standing, on his feet, in the middle of a mediaeval village. Cobblestone streets, black smoke in the air. The smell of fire and rusted metal raided his nose. A bell rang, and Roy turned towards the sound. Then everything shifted. Gravity shifted. The world tilts sideways. He falls into the sky, not down but sideways, buildings scattering like feathers as he flies past, unable to control his momentum, villagers going about their lives as if the world hadn’t just betrayed physics for him.

79 and my last crumpled bill — went airborne. Time slowed the way it only does during disasters. The cup tumbled. The lid surrendered. A generous arc of cold brew and oat milk described a graceful, terrible parabola through the air and landed directly in the center of my chest, soaking through the white knit in approximately half a second. The hallway went quiet. Then it didn't.

I reached out wildly, trying to grab onto anything to stop my fall, and my hands found the front of Susanna’s hospital gown. The thin fabric tore under the strain, but it was too late. The momentum of my fall pulled her down with me. Time seemed to slow down as gravity took hold. I instinctively twisted my body, curling inward to shield my stomach from the impact of my fall. Pain exploded across my back as I collided with the railing before tumbling further down the stairs. Each collision sent shock waves through my already battered body. Finally, I landed awkwardly on the landing, my breath knocked out of me in one painful gasp.

Jay clearly hadn't expected me to agree. He hurriedly said yes, and we exchanged room cards on the spot. Taking advantage of Simon's distraction, we went upstairs and quietly swapped our luggage. That night, after a few team-building games, the company moved on to drinking contests. We split into groups to play Truth or Dare—losers had to drink. Before the game started, I had already taken some hangover medicine. During the game, I even deliberately lost a few rounds.

At least… for now. Elara pulled into a secluded corner, killed the engine, and sat there for a moment. Her breath trembled, fogging the glass. She had done it. She had actually done it. The six-story building above her was silent at this hour. Perfect. The fewer witnesses who saw her arrive, the safer she was. She lifted a hand to wipe away tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Fear, exhaustion and relief they tangled together into something heavy and unsteady. Her unborn daughter moved again, a small flutter beneath her ribs, reminding her that she didn’t have the luxury of breaking down.